yearninglongingto get all my petalsin perfect order shapingworkingnever once contentwith what i am growlingcursinghasting towards alli want to be cryingdefeatonly to let in trueperfection by merely being me

“how do you do it?make up stories in your head?”my best stories awakenwhile sleeping in my bed “what is the originof these tales you reap?”would you believe methey all happen in my sleep fairy tales and dragonsmy magic gathers at its bestbut nothing good will happenif i don’t get enough rest

(No fairy tale today, as I am recovering from the flu 🤧) don’t wish the day awayfor it comes but oncedon’t wish the day was overfor their supply is limiteddon’t wish the day be gonefor one day it will be gone for good cherish your time givenfor each second countsone day you might look back … More Poem | don’t wish the day away

the tallest of treesis born from the smallest of seedssuccess is not thelast breath youtake but the veryfirst you give toyour endless dreams

words i dare not trust completelydispatch from your lips so easy“you are beautiful,” you sayquite proudly to me every day“i miss you, my bed feels cold,there’s no one else i long to hold” my heart yearns for your attentionyet my mind works its retentionrefusing stubbornly to believeall the lies my lover tells me he is … More Poem | lies my lover tells me

footstepsgoing up orgoing downmoving forwardor standing stillbut never going backsuch are the choiceslain for us by life move as you choosebut make no mistakeand never forgetwho is truly in chargeof your directions

i do things for you because i love youyou do things for me because you love mewe do different things for each otherfor nothing but the same reason we let our hearts fillwith intentions pure this is the way we turndarkness into lightand night into dayby lighting each other’s wayout of the darkest of forests

if my life were a fairy talewould you read it?with a castle and a kinga princess and a queenwith witches and magicin which even the devilmay appear(sometimes) if my life were my lifebut only written differentwould you pick up its bookand flick the pages one by one? or would you leaveit lying on a shelfall … More Poem | fairytale